Razzle and Dakotah
When I met my husband, he had 2 wolves. A mother and her omega pup. He raised the mother, Dakotah, from a tiny pup acquired from a breeder. She was about 95% wolf, hybrid.
When she was 4 years old she mated with another mostly wolf hybrid but also with a black lab. Her 8 pups all looked wolf but were Lab temperment. All were placed in good homes but for 2. The alpha pup and omega pup. Dakotah was alpha and fought with her alpha pup when she was grown up. The alpha pup had a fatal fall from a cliff when my husband took her camping.
Dakotah was closely bonded with my husband. When he brought me home to them, the 3 year old omega pup, Razzle, claimed me for her own. She did things for me that she wouldn't do for my husband. She defended me from strangers and other dogs. She protected me when I slept. She loved me deeply, as I loved her.
When I think of her, I'm thinking of another person I knew well and communicated with deeply. I was honored to have lived with these fantastic, sentient beings for 8 years until they both passed on.
Wolves are the original canid. The first canine to choose to befriend humanoids. The first canine from which all other breeds are descendant. They calculate and reason. They mate for life. They have tight family units. They cooperate to survive.
When they accept you into their pack, nothing can replace that feeling. You are marked as theirs and defended as another one of them would be.